Not everyone is enjoying this Valentine's day.. .

We are grateful you're part of the NIB family. As we celebrate the season of love, we hope you feel how special you are to us  ❤️ Happy Valentine's Day  from  Nikkyivyblog (NIB)

Recently, I met a Cameroonian and the first question he asked after the introduction that I am a Nigerian was, " are you from Anambra? " Lol!  I was curious and since I had some minutes to spare, I fired questions at him in my bid to get to the root of his initial question. As expected, it paved the way for a conversation about the forthcoming Nigerian presidential election.  As we navigated the delicate waters of the Nigerian politics, I realized that this my African brother was truly in tune with the intricacies of the Naija Political arena. The finesse with which he dissected the complicated and interesting history of our political modulations, the Bakassi peninsula issues and the current presidential candidates of the different political parties with verifiable facts and figures, left me fascinated and humbled. 

Her signals were blaring at me and all my receptors and hormones became fully charged so I did what any man with blood in his veins would do, only for her to freeze and almost run from me. I never expected what I heard. My dream girl confessed that she is a believer! 

It's the season of love again and this year we have a special story from a new NIB family member for this Valentine season. As you navigate this cashless, "petrol-less", electioneering Valentine season, try to relax with Dapo's real love story. Enjoy 💕 ******** Y es, she has gone down on me severally, but she won't let me sleep with her. I mean, my woman has made me commune with the angels on several occasions. She is a fast learner and thanks to my professional coaching, she is now an expert at making my heart race at uncountable beats per minute with her skilled fingers and delectable mouth. Yet, she won't let me touch nor show her how I truly feel about her and I am madly, sometimes obsessively in-love with her.

I simply must tag this the dumbest homicide of the year. So, this young lady living in Ingolstadt, Germany decided, "hey I want to pass myself off as dead and I need someone who looks like me to die in my place so my family and the world would think I am dead..." So she probably thought that we were all still living in the 1700s or a part of the world where autopsies, fingerprints or DNA tests were still fairy tales. Ignorantly or should I say, lost in her highness, she goes hunting on social media for a lookalike and oh my...the stress of going through several pictures of ladies but hey, her boyfriend joins in the search and the team takes it up as a job. They searched and screened candidates on Instagram till finally, they found her lookalike....tada!!!

Saying I was scared would be an understatement. Nikky , I was almost paralyzed from the sudden panic attack. My heart probably stopped beating briefly before picking up speed as if it had a mission of racing out of my chest. I felt as if my spirit had abandoned my physical body. My joints froze and all I could do was tremble and stare at their figures by the door. I just knew it was over and the rest of my life would be wasted inside that police cell or even worse, in a jail house. 

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Without as much as an explanation, my application for a short leave of absence which was by the way my first since I got employed at the company, was ditched. I was beyond livid as I my plans crumbled Infront of me. This was the height of oppression but I had nobody to run to with my cry for justice. Swallowing my hurt, I wiped my tears and went back to work.

Sharing our experience of the Christmas Market in Dresden with you as we cross over to the new year 2023. Enjoy the sights and sounds 💖

I know it's not the Valentine Season but permit me to share my story with you. Feel free to share it on your blog, it's fine with me.  Normally, I categorize people into categories or strata. Those born with the silver, golden or diamond spoons are at the top while those born with plastic, wooden or even damaged cracked spoons are below them. These are followed by those born with no spoons who occupy the lowest strata and that was where I found myself the moment my cognitive sense became developed. Since no one is given the luxury of choosing their parents or the family they should  be born into, I concluded that growing up in an orphanage was something that gets thrusted on you because your opinion didn't count at the time of creation and birth.  The moment I resumed school and started mingling with the society, I became aware of the reality that I was different from other children. This kicked in the initial confusion followed by questions, explanations and acceptance o...

At this point, I think it's important to paint a vivid picture of my new position. Almost every junior staff envied my promotion but I didn't want it especially after I got to know that it was a mere title without much benefits attached to it. Asides doing regular jobs like every other junior staff, my schedule increased since it meant that in the absence of the manager and his assistant, I would be in charge of  activities at our exclusive rooftop bar which was our major attraction.